Chapter 689: Chapter 689: Turning Against Oneself_1
It turns out, one really can come up with new tricks.
After it was over, Purple Summers slowly wiped away the sticky mess from her chest, feeling utterly wilted and disheartened.
Why couldn’t the heavens grant her the perfect boyfriend? Did he really have to be a scoundrel? Could he not be repulsive? Her ideal love was supposed to be a pure and romantic platonic relationship!
Alexander Summers also felt aggrieved; he was never quite satisfied after their encounters, and it left much to be desired.
Seeing Purple’s dejected little form, he couldn’t help but find it somewhat amusing, and asked her, “Haven’t gotten used to it yet?”
“I can’t get used to it,” Purple lay on her side, gloomily turning her back to Alexander, “This kind of thing isn’t comfortable, how could I possibly get used to it.”
Alexander held her tight, teasingly saying, “I really want to make you comfortable for once, but have you ever given me the chance?”
Purple was choked up by his words and silently rolled her eyes.
“Purple, desire exists within our bodies, neither shameful nor filthy, just like thirsting for water or hungering for food.”
Alexander kissed her smooth, delicate back gently, murmuring, “In time, you’ll realize, as long as there is mutual affection, it is the most joyful thing in the world.”
Purple didn’t respond, her pessimism prevailing: no matter whether it was joyful or not, Alexander wouldn’t let her off!
In this matter, Purple’s understanding was very profound and correct!
The next day, Marcel Jefferson rushed to Kingsley, along with Lindsay Carpenter, to prepare for the court hearing as a witness.
In Carpenter’s case, there were mainly two key witnesses: her close friend Charlotte Bishop, and Sister Katherine, the club’s hostess.
Sister Katherine’s job was to arrange girls for clients according to their preferences, and for high-level members like Leon Brown, she could even provide at-home services.
She could testify that Carpenter was unwilling to go at the time.
Because Leon Brown had an infamous reputation in their circles, no girl wanted to do business with him. Sister Katherine, not wanting to offend a client, deceived Carpenter by claiming that Brown would not be attending the get-together.
The crux of a sexual assault case lies with the victim’s consent, and Sister Katherine’s testimony could, to a certain extent, indicate that Carpenter’s interaction with Brown was not voluntary.
With the testimony of her good friend Charlotte Bishop and the injury report from the hospital, Marcel Jefferson was confident, feeling the case was almost certainly won.
But when he arrived at the club, the other party had changed their mind and no longer wished to testify for Carpenter in court.
Carpenter was shocked and stopped Sister Katherine to ask, “Didn’t we agree on this before? Sister Katherine, with the court session drawing near, you’re going back on your word, what am I supposed to do?”
“Lindsay, we’re both women, and it hurts me to see you in trouble, but making a living isn’t easy these days. Please don’t make it harder for me,” Sister Katherine said, pinching a cigarette between her fingers, her face full of irritation.
“If people find out I testified in court, how am I supposed to do business in the future? Which client would dare ? Lindsay, give people some space, don’t be too harsh. You might be done with this business, but other girls still need to work. Are you going to ruin it for everyone?”
Carpenter turned pale with rage, “He almost wrecked my life, and you’re worried about a livelihood?! Katarina Clark, we follow you to sell our bodies, not our lives! You push the girls into danger, who would dare follow you after this?! There are other clubs in Kingsley, not just yours!”
“Oh, are you threatening me?” Sister Katherine’s expression turned cold in an instant, “I’ve never heard of having to be coerced into testifying in court. Lindsay Carpenter, let me tell you, I just won’t go! Suing someone is your own business, don’t think about dragging me down with you!”
Carpenter wanted to argue further but was held back by Marcel Jefferson.
“Let it go,” Marcel Jefferson signaled to her with his eyes and forcefully dragged her away from the club.
“Mr. Jefferson, what do we do now?!” Carpenter asked anxiously, “If she won’t testify, does it mean I can’t bring a lawsuit?”
Marcel Jefferson consoled her, “Don’t panic, let me think of a solution first.”